Kialeigh (prime)
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Appearance
You see Kialeigh Lithval the Guardian of the Tiny Tea Thief.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
Secured on her head is a diamond-dotted helm, the top crowned with twin molded equine ears. From the center of the jeweled helm, seamlessly following the artistic design, is a spiraled silver unicorn horn that extends up above her forehead.
She is average height and has a delicately lithe build. She appears to be very young. She has heavily-lashed amber-striated willow green eyes and alabaster skin. She has hip-length, spiraled mahogany hair falling forward in wispy romantic tendrils which frame her face. She has high-cheekbones enhancing her angular face. Her white-tipped, square nails are brushed with spider-painted metallic charcoal grey lacquer variously decorated in toothy white pearl jack-o'-lantern visages.
She has a glaring onyx-eyed ice dragon tattoo aggressively posed with flared cobalt wings on her ankle.
Miniature pegasi spiral outward from her before fading away.
She is holding an extensively interwoven surita staff capped with an opulent diamond-studded platinum ice dragon in her right hand.
Kialeigh has a minuscule glacial blue qakoni teadragon with membranous moonlight silver wings sitting on her shoulder.
She is wearing numerous strands of arctic white pegasus-shaped opals, a semi-sheer wrap of iridescent lilac silk, an icy gray pewter armband formed to resemble a coiling ice dragon, a low-cut thigh-slit dress of overlapping lavender-grey iolite sequins, some whisper-thin ice white silk stockings with diamond-dotted dragon accents, and a pair of moonlight silver shimmering aqilorn high-heeled shoes.
Flickering near Kialeigh is a regal stallion, its luminous figure composed of hibiscus white energy. Mane and tail flowing, it trots in a protective circle around her.
Ghostly blue tendrils of shadow-streaked light billow out behind her with every movement, only to fade away whenever stillness is achieved.
Early Life
Born to a highbred elven Lord and his wife's human handmaiden, Kialeigh was raised as a bastard. Kialeigh's mother was fired following her birth and her whereabouts are unknown. Kialeigh never met her mother and was instead raised in a cold, hard home with very little love to be found. Never quite accepted by her stepmother, Kialeigh grew to crave affection.
Her father was a hard man, but valued duty and saw Kialeigh as a mistake he could not shirk. He treated her the same as his two older daughters. Though he never treated her differently, her stepmother was a far different story. Her stepmother demanded perfection from her daughters and stepdaughter. Each one was taught to play an instrument, sew, knit and was trained to be a lady. Though Kialeigh's training was always subpar to her older sisters and all her clothing was hand-me-downs, she managed well enough and never complained. She knew she wasn't truly one of the family, she was reminded often enough by her stepmother that she was a bastard.
Her sisters never treated her differently, they bickered and spat like sisters do, but she never felt left out or ostracized for her different lineage. Though no love existed between her father and stepmother, Kialeigh grew to crave it above all else. This lack of love caused a great deal of tension in her family life, but Kialeigh was always the peacekeeper. When fights arose she would always get in the middle to calm and sooth any negative emotions.
Without any sons to his name, her father set all his daughters up with politically advantageous betrothals at young ages. They'd all been sold off far before they matured. Kialeigh's betrothal wasn't nearly as prestigious as her older sisters, but she was on the way to becoming the wife of an old widower. She just didn't know it...
Crossing The Line
With her mother's good looks and her father's determination, Kialeigh never backed down from what was right. When she found out about her betrothal weeks before her intended wedding, she wanted nothing to do with it. She didn't want to spend the remainder of her life tied to an old man who she didn't even know and who already had five children all older than herself.
Kialeigh longed for love like nothing else. She wanted someone who cared about her. She wanted affection. She wanted children. All of these things wouldn't be possible if she married the old lord. She begged and pleaded not to have to wed the old man. She promised to marry well but requested that she be able to find love with someone first. Her displeasure had not moved her father or stepmother. She was ordered to do her duty and wed the old lord or be disowned. Faced with being disowned and possibly homeless, Kialeigh hid her displeasure after that first outburst, but she had no intention of being wed.
Kialeigh packed her things the night before her wedding. When everyone was tired and resting from the lavish party they'd thrown to celebrate her upcoming nuptials, she took her meager belongings and ran away. With little knowledge of where to flee to, she ran to Wehnimer's Landing, a place where she felt she could be herself and find the love that had been absent most of her life.
Present Day
Kialeigh now lives in the Landing full-time and has cultivated her healing abilities. She hasn't seen her father, sisters or stepmother since that night. Having fled the night before her wedding, she never heard what happened after that or found out what fallout her disappearance caused.
Though she sometimes misses her sisters, she knows she can never return to that life. If she ever did she would likely be met with indifference or she'd be forced to conform to her father and stepmothers wishes and wed someone she didn't want to. For this reason, Kialeigh never returns to the elven nations without a disguise or a group of friends to keep her safe.
Years later she met Irval and was impressed by his passion and determination to do what he felt was right. She loves his goofy nature and they've been inseparable ever since.